Miguel performed at the Islington Assembly Hall on Wednesday Picture: REX/Shutterstock)

There aren’t many things that can stave off the first comings of winter quite like the sound of singer Miguel belting out some of his best songs that drip with sexual innuendo at a small venue in London.

During his hour and a half stage time, he used the small stage of the Islington assembly hall to seduce the audience with a blend of precise dance moves, smooth R&B and plenty of well-timed gyrating.

And despite the fact that Miguel wasn’t peacocking as much as he’s usually known for, appearing on stage in a white tee, combat trousers and a quirky jacket with a bunch of pockets on, rarely has a man made yer da’s fishing vest so damn sexy.

Throughout the set he messed with his new hairstyle – a change from his trademark curls – pinning it back and setting it free depending on the crescendo of certain songs, as if just getting used to using it as a stage prop.

Miguel did what he does best: flirt. Oh, and sing… (Picture: REX/Shutterstock)

The 31-year-old Californian, with his white tassel-fringed microphone stand, flirted his way through a bevy of fan favourites including Sure Thing, Simple Things and Coffee in the Morning. A slow take on How Many Drinks made it hard to sing along with his warblings, but that didn’t stop fans from trying.

Around half way through he launched into a previously unheard song from his new album, Pineapple Skies.This is normally the part of a performer’s set where the bar swells and the chatter increases, but not here.

See, Miguel has the formula down to fine art when it comes to making a sweltering song that brims with both sex and a danceable beat – which is why people were able to stay in the crowd, swaying and grinding to this new tune – it’s so tightly weaved in with Miguel’s signature sound it didn’t really come across as a new song.

He performed new music as well as the classics (Picture: REX/Shutterstock)

But that’s not to say it’s a bad thing – fans know what they want from Miguel, and he knows it too. It’s sounds like quintessential Miguel. Plus, if fans were waiting for more variation, he gave time to the more familiar of his new songs at other moment in his set, like the dreamy trap-influenced Skywalker and thumping beat of Shockandawe provide that bump’n’grind shake-up the audience so craved.

At one point Miguel took a break from crooning and thrusting his crotch (a move which never failed to get the ladies screaming) to talk about some more serious things – namely, the effect music can have on us whilst the world continues to see such turbulent times. He was genuinely contemplative, and the audience, though wavering at first, were soon hanging on to his every word, hollering in agreement.

It is a testament to Miguel’s too-cool persona that he can go from that to singing slow jam Face the Sun, a romantic number about a couple fully belonging to one another, to a heavily sexual-influenced song entitled Pussy Is Mine, with the second song sounding just a beautiful as the first.

Towards the end of the show it was really heating up in there. Literally, in fact – as a woman proceeded to faint on Metro.co.uk whilst attempting to make her way out of the venue and into the fresh air. But such was the ambiance of the room that no panic ensued, and the woman simply rested her head on Metro’s bosom, listening to the music until her boyfriend returned with the bouncers to help carry her out.

That is the epitome of the vibe you get from a Miguel gig: it’s hot, it’s sweaty, it’s titillating, and everything is electric with a sexual overtone – but there’s also love, appreciation, connection.

And you know that, when you find yourself hugging a small stranger who’s warm cheek is lazing against your decolletage and you’re okay with it, Miguel’s music has worked its magic.